Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.